Because I drank too much at lunch, I really had to pee. The bathroom held one single man; there was no room for me. He slowly drained, he knew no haste; he sung a freakin' hymn My bladder and my colon too, were filled to the brim. I beat the door and bashed to wall and yanked hard at the knob. He said, "Hold on, I'm almost done, let me finish the job" I passed the point of sanity screaming out in the hall "I need to go, extremely bad!" I slumped against the wall. Then I heard it, the sound of sounds, the flush I needed to hear. I jumped up and screamed aloud: "Yes, my time is near!" Since then 'tis many hours and yet in the bathroom I stay I don't think I'll ever leave until the Judgement Day.
Reason for writing:
i wrote this because i wanted to do a parody of Emily Dickinson's
"Because I could not stop for death"
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